You obviously see winter as I do, as I can not contain myself for the arrival of spring...thereupon the sparrows and finches shall present a more favorable reception then...and our hearts will warm much quicker.
Amor

Wise words, Dawn. I like this quiet moment. Much of your poetry has images of you deep in thought. I find myself thinking of you as someone who is constantly learning and seeking answers, as we all should be. A great poem.
Sheila

YOU ARE RIGHT...LOVING OUR LIVES SO MUCH, WHEREBY WE CAN ACCEPT WHAT WE DON'T PARTICULARLY LIKE BUT CANNOT CHANGE...IS A TRUE VICTORY. WELL WRITTEN AND THANKS FOR SHARING. GOD BLESS YOU AND YOURS. LOVE & FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Dawn, for me personally it is not acceptance as much as it is submission or acquiescence. While winter offers beauty to the eye that is incomparable at times, cold weather and bitter winds hold no allure for me. As for your beautiful poem, my reception was more than favorable. A delightful work my dear friend. Love and peace to you. Jon Michael

Yes, I've just written a passage in a book on which I'm working - the heart of it acknowledges that acceptance lives on the far side of tolerance. Acceptance is a step - no a quantum leap - beyond tolerance and it is a liberating and far lighter place to be. There's no teeth gritting or looking the other way in acceptance.

"...my nose is cold and my fingertips numb."
You take me, Dawn, to a world and to sensations I no longer experience, they reside only in memory, and when you are perpetually warm it's difficult to imagine the 'other' state...and then that great notion of acceptance, the key to all, hinting at lot and destiny.